Whiplash, after enduring 36 March of Death games, finally rides home on an 8 man gang foul by the Drakwald Demented, coached by wibble. With the icy hand of death covering his eyes, the debt of blood has been paid.

The march of death began as the result of a mundane norse team sucking so bad they couldn’t beat any other team, except the Justified Enforcers who pursued them across the Old World seeking, but never succeeding, to regulate them. This losing streak came to a climax in the XFL norse tourney where the Charioteers took on another norse team 60TS weaker...and lost. The shame was so great, the whole team needed a true slaying to receive atonement.

The March of Death is the only time the Charioteers truly knew life; playing to the fullest extreme against impossible odds and still managing a few successes. They achieved one win, reduced an 11 man woodelf team to their numbers, and were even turned down by a vampire team who claimed they’d rip them to shreds…despite being only 3 norse strong.

Head Coach Mike would like to thank all the coaches who delivered on this quest to destruction:

I never knew this post existed, and I want to say "your welcome" for my killing Jorge Hellwind. I thouroughly enjoyed it, and he made a good Zombie for my Necros team (Graveyard Gnash). Unfortunately, his career has ended as the team was retired. But, his legend will always live on in my mind as the first player I ever ressurected. Thanks for the game and for the opportunity to test my Necromancer abilities. It takes someone with guts to let his team purposefully be killed and not use the apothecary, but then again, you are Arktoris...

_________________paulhicks wrote: I AM THE KING OF THE MONKEY PEOPLE AND I MUST SLAY THIS PRETENDER TO MY CROWN